Hullo, dames and daddies. Guess what tonight is? The premiere of a certain dimly lit and greed-dripping film by tragic romantic F. Scott Fitzgerald and Moulin Rouge’s Baz Luhrmann.
And, well, the bees knees have never looked so glamorous.
Although I wouldn’t say I’m the world’s biggest fan of Leo, the sumptuous sets and sublimely elegant fashion have me wishing I could travel back in time to a more decadent, diamond and silk-filled era. I wouldn’t even mind the looming Great Depression or taking on a kitschy nickname. I’d don silk stockings, satin garter belts, feathers and fringe, a dropwaist dress, t-strap heels, and one hell of a cigarette holder. Not to mention that garter flask and pearl inlay derringer.
So, dolls, happy 1922.
May Daisy Buchanan manifest in all her bubbly shallowness before our envious eyes.
Well I only have 4 hours to travel back in wardrobe time for ‘ladies night’ at the theatre followed by cocktails at a secret speakeasy in town. But I’ll leave you with the thought that you absolutely must stream the soundtrack, darlings. The xx, Lana, Q Tip, Beyonce…they’ve all gotten into the raspy swing of things. And of course, Jay-Z is the master curator.